Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 1:Curse

He wore a large blue calf-length dressing-gown with gold braid-trim, black plaid waistcoat with trousers, gold watch chain with a gold coin attached; white turndown collar shirt with burgundy paisley bow tie. His eyes were blue in color which brought out his dark brown combed-back hair. He got the mesmeric voice which was in a baritone voice that will make you felt weak at your knees. High cheekbones and those perfect tender lips. All will make you wonder if his facial features were sculptured by a sculptor or not.

And his name was ...

Sherlock Holmes.

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Sherlock's P.O.V

What am I?

A question keeps echoing with the sound of my violin. I begin to get increasingly irritated by my question which stuck in my mind every single moment.

'What trouble you?Mr. Detective.'

Eyes opened as I stopped playing the violin."...Myself."I replied as I saw my reflection from the window. Dream. That's what comes to my mind when I saw my own reflection and saw her, right next to me.

Breathing.

Giggling.

Alive.

"What so funny?"I smiled as if I looked through her eyes. They were deep blue in color that could make you wonder how deep is the sea. Her eyes were beautiful and gorgeous like herself, that could calm me or John or Mycroft or ...anyone else. Her smile is beautiful that could light up everything as if it is the sun that could shine brightly and lead the way for those who is lost. A long, silent moment come through between us as if this world left two of us only. As if this world turned into darkness all of a sudden and left us two shining brightly.She chuckled slightly at my question as she lifted her head down and then she gazed back upon me. Her eyes were shimmering with a touch of sadness.

'Why you always be so stubborn in something which you shouldn't.'

I shut my eyes and laughed a bit.

"Talking about yourself?"

~
His eyes were now shimmering in a brand new color, deep red. Which you found yourself could get killed by his gaze within a second.

'Look Sherlock. I didn't want to start an argument.'

He took a deep breath and the color of his eyes soon faded back into normal.
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Sherlock's P.O.V.

'Look Sherlock. I didn't want to start an argument.''

She claimed as she smiled slightly for warning with her deep blue eyes which were gazing upon me.

God knows why I missed this.

I took a deep breath and gazed back upon her. We are locking eyes with each other and her eyes softened so am I.

She's my weakness. She's my pressure point. She's my chemical defect.

That's all I assumed she will be. Forever.

I lifted up my hand at midair and it's just inches away from her cheeks.

I want to touch her.

I want to feel her.

I want to hug her tightly, not letting her go, not letting her disappear.

Hesitation?Yes.

She's dead.

She is not true.